View Details The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught em to enjoy

So clean the house
Clear the drawers
Mop the floors
Stand tall
Like no ones ever been here
Before or at all
And don’t you mention all the inches
That are scraped on the door frame
We all know you tip toed up to 4’1 back in ’08

If you could see em now
You’d be proud
But you’d think they’s yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet god heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging
I’m that kid out on the river
You bailed him out
Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he’s living

If you could see em now
You’d be proud
But you’d think they’s yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet god heard you coming

If you could see em now
You’d be proud
But you’d think they’s yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet god heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty young blood left in em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught em to enjoy